Love Equations
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Last published Mon, May 18, 2026
He was in the classroom when his phone rings
On call
"Sir your wife is in our hospital please came fast"
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When he reached their he see his mother,brother and sister was standing there. Then his sister asks"bhai what are you doing here".
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